"Are you pleading for a just and fair hearing from us thief, must interesting. A moment ago you said we would never know anything about you and that none could Judge you, and now here you asking for just that. Really you should make your mind up"
She bends her legs and with one push shoots hight into the sky on her black wings, then looping over she falls back to the earth and pulls up to go along just above the baron land.
She views the earth below here.
"I see. Your incapable of answering but a single question. You make only assumptions and taunt with the grace of a child."
Aurus says no more, any response was predictable now. Na-Rizzer no doubt was hoarding her power to create some creatures upon the world, looking for a proper location in which to deposit them. After all what is death when the only life are vermin and animals with no sense of true self. The others would find she had drawn attention to him in order to ease her own actions. He would allow it if they lacked the foresight to see it. They had given him no reason to do otherwise, god's folly and mortals would pay the price for all time. Perhaps that was best, a endless reminder to their actions. Let them see the lash upon their children so that they can value the freedom they so quickly scorned.
"Enough of that chit-chat. Lets have deeds follow our words:" Temeron puts his arm on Aurus' shoulders as a gesture of friendship. "My friend, if you want to challenge her in a fair duel to the death, I just want you to know that I will gladly be your second. Of course that would hardly be a fair fight, with her being the personification of death, so don't take it personal if I bet my money on her, but nevertheless, as a friend you can count on me."
All right then, let's begin round 3.
Aurus plucks a portion of the spark from his symbol above his head on the chair. Squeezing it between two fingers until it seems destroyed by the pressure of the god, flicking it towards the lone island. It burst into countless tiny sparks that sprinkle down upon it. From them beings are born.
"Welcome my Sparklings."
That is all he says in regards to his action.
Geiyara wakes up after dozing off from the Gods' bickering. She raises her bark eyebrows in wonder of Aurus' creation.
"You... the one they called thief,
Gave life... you have,
A treasure... most valuable,
Let all praise... your generosity."
She then studies the map before her.
"Mountains so tall... but no life nearby."
She then regrows her index finger, injecting water and grass seed next to the river.
"Flies... frogs... fish..."
A Marigold floats over towards Aurus
As the other gods all take their moves in the great game being played out across the land Miolla seems to drift in and out of recognizing the others. It is an early phase in the lunar cycle and sometimes the embodiment of the moon and wandering is a little closer to lunacy than not. This phase is marked with extreme distraction.
The Moon looks down at the world forming below and it has some nice things to look at but it is missing something. This is a thought to be followed. Perhaps something to reflect the moonlight. Will have to think about it.
Or someones to pay attention to the Moon
Saving points for a large flat area, city, new race. Planning for the eastern side of the map.
Fly's to the land of the Sparklings and unseen observes them.
In the hall of the gods her voice comes.
"God of dreams, the 1st fey are born. What dreams they may have"
She then flys up once more and heads to the crop lands.
Her voice comes again,
"I still see nothing that needs my attention in this mythic age"
Moranus looks over the map, and looks towards the upper right side. He places his hand on the map and lifts it. Mountains rise from where his had was, and in the center a lake forms.
"Hmm, dreams you say ..." Temeron strokes his beard "... yes, I wonder what they are dreaming. Excuse me for a while."
Temeron enters the map again, to live among the mortal sparklings for a few of their decades*, in order to learn about their dreams. His original plan was to just be an observer, but as mortal time passes by he quickly grows bored of this, so instead he starts teaching the sparklings about his way of dreaming and about arts and crafts. That quickly turns into a small cult centered around him. By the time he leaves them, his tribe has already started evangelizing neighboring tribes.
(*: which presumably takes just the blink of an eye for the gods)
Aurus catches the Marigold as it floats into his open palm. He cups it to his covered lips and it's petals blacken and shift into a black lotus blossom that floats back over to Geiyara.
As soon as the flower touches you, Aurus voice is heard in your mind.
"Won't you bless my children. They struggle against nature, would not a forest with plentiful game and wood for shelter ease them. They would be grateful and full of thanks. Should I have any say in it, they will live in balance with nature henceforth."
As he observes Temeron, he arches an eyebrow. Speaking upon his return.
"You could have asked permission. Well as long as you did not teach them anything useless. Just don't go trying to play with them."
"You as well, my friend Aurus? Look, I've explained it to her father, and I will repeat it here: she was old enough to make her own decisions, so if she comes to me out of her own free will, even if it was just on a dare, I need nobody else's permission."
Aurus points at Temeron, some colored sand from his own desert gets in his eyes.
"I was talking about meddling with my sparklings. Not where you bury your godhood."
Once he recovers from the trifle sand.
"Dreams not enough for you I take it."
Temeron enters the map again, to live among the mortal sparklings
Temeron? and souls to go to it.
"Na-Rizzer" is waiting for Temeron when he comes, none of the Spakings know of her yet. Death has not entered their lives. In the age of myths why should it, no death will come later, when races and empires rise.
"Fear not Temeron my touch shall not reach them yet, that is unless one is imprisoned, o then may my touch be felt. But as yet none have. This is a time of myths and dreams, where legends and races are born, where gods world the world. We shall see who will call me 1st."
She looks closely at a sparking who has been locked in a box as a trick.
"There is always hope this one will be forgotten and wish me to release him from ever lasting confinement."
None of the Sparkling can see her, for she is not there unless one of them calls her to them yet.
But they got him as soon as they knew a bad trick had been played. She she stood and went off in to the woods, some way from the safe lands, there she found what she was looking for. A landslide, a few 1000s tones of rock. She entered it and soon found what she was looking for.
Standing over it she looked down at the crush form of the Sparkling.
He was male, not old nor young, he had been looking for the flowers with red dye petals, he had found them but while claiming had moved one small rock, and well. Here he now was, from his flattened form a shade grow, the same shape and size as him in life. It Blinked at her.
"hello, I have never seen anything like you before, nice to meet you, I am sorry I can't seem to get up, or I would bow."
It gave a nervous giggle.
"THATS BECAUSE YOU ARE DEAD BUT STILL LINKED TO YOUR ONCE LIVING BODY"
He voice sounded to it like a cold echo in a very long hall way.
"Dead? what's that?"
"ITS WHAT HAPPINESS WHEN A MOUNTAINSIDE FALL ON YOU. HAVE A LOOK< THAT'S YOUR BODY REAL BODY BELOW YOU"
It looked and give a Squeak.
"I see"
"YES I HAVE GIVEN YOU UNDERSTAND OF WHAT THE MEANS, NOW HOLD STILL A MOMENT"
She used her fingernail and broke the fine sliver line connecting the Sparklings soul to its body.
"YOU KNOW YOU ARE THE FIST SPARKLING SOUL I HAVE COLLECTED, SIGN HERE PLEASE."
She held out chit with pen.
"Errr at the Bottom"
She nodded, he signed, she put the chit away and handed him his book of life.
"RIGHT I BEST GET YOU TO YOUR OWNER, THIS WAY PLEASE"
A Blue light tunnel opened up and she pointed into it. Holding his book he walked in and she followed. The Tunnel of light opened up into the hall of the goods, She pointed at Aurus, The First Thief.
"THERE IS THE ONE YOU SEEK, THE GID AURUS LAYS CLAM TO YOUR MORTAL SOUL, IT IS HE THAT WILL DECIDE WHAT BECOMES OF YOU NEXT, GOOD BYE"
she gos to enter the tunnel then stops
"IF IT IS OF ANY CANCELLATION, WITCH IT MAY NOT BE, HAVE A NICE DEATH"
with that she enters back into the Tunnel and it winks out of being along with her.
The sparkling snickered behind Na-Rizzer vanishing along with it's presumed dead body under the rockslide. She had been tricked, their was no dead sparkling or signature.
Aurus did not show the slightest tell as to any involvement. But that did not mean he had not been.
The sparkling snickered from the rock, it could see Na-Rizzer standing where the illusion of stones and its body had been. Then it stopped at the sound behind it. It had snickered a little to loudly it had forgot that our by the shore line lived things, things with claws, big fast claws. It had time to look around, a clicking sound then darkness.
It opened its spirit eyes, what was lift of its body was being bitten on by a number of crabs. Its looked up and a cold hard face looked down at it. Na-Rizzer said
"REALLY DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE THAT EASY TO CHEAT DEATH? NOW WHEN YOU HAVE QUIT DONE PLAYING GAMES, YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT WITH YOUR MAKER, NOW COME ALONG."
A Blue tunnel appeared.
A Blue light tunnel opened up and she pointed into it. Holding his book he walked in and she followed. The Tunnel of light opened up into the hall of the goods, She pointed at Aurus, The First Thief.
"THERE IS THE ONE YOU SEEK, THE GID AURUS LAYS CLAM TO YOUR MORTAL SOUL, IT IS HE THAT WILL DECIDE WHAT BECOMES OF YOU NEXT, GOOD BYE"
she gos to enter the tunnel then stops
"IF IT IS OF ANY CANCELLATION, WITCH IT MAY NOT BE, HAVE A NICE DEATH"
with that she enters back into the Tunnel and it winks out of being along with her.
She reappears in the world looking around at the life within it.
I will need a symbol, an agents to help me collect the dead and hurry them onto what is next.
She holds up her hand and her herald Krivus the Raven jumps onto it. She looks at it and smiles.
"Death has come to the world, but I along can't collect all the lives that will end. Krivus you shall go and tell your kind, the Rooks, crows and Ravens that The god of Death has work for them. They are to be the collectors of the dead for me. Each life ended will gain a visit and a guild to the next life. This will be their sacred duty. Each being will have its place after death to which they will taken on black wings.
Krivus flow into the air and off to pass on its news to its fellow Aviators. And so death entered the world, on black wings and with out words. Each life ended gained its own guide.
There seems to be a slow shadow crawling across the face of Miolla. Similar to the Moon rising slowly. Like a slight crescent cast to it, a little lighter in a crescent shape, as the personification of The Moon stands there looking down at the tableau. The god seems lost in thought.
Moranus watches the gods, and as he watches a rock in the shape of a ball appears in his hand. He begins to toss it up and down as each god does something to the world. "This world is turning out nicely. I cannot wait to see what else each of you will add."
The table expands again, as a young woman appears beside a new chair, one grown of wheat and grapevines. She speaks quietly, her eyes intent upon the map, Hello, I am Hayewn, goddess of growth and cultivation. She nods to Geiyara, Greetings, dear Geiyara. If you do not mind, I shall devote these areas to growth that shall continue for eons to come.
She taps the map and instantly you see massive fields appear. Rows of grapevines, orchards with fruits of all kinds, and so on, all grow instantly from the formerly barren earth.
Rather than leave, she sits again, content to watch how her fellow deities shape their world.
I have left my mark upon your work, I hope that my Everlasting Farmlands will remain untouched.
"So many different shapes and colors of fruit. Truly magnificent." Temeron says, honestly impressed. "Say, Hayewn, there is something that's been bothering me lately: you haven't happened to have heard of this horrible oppressive king, have you? Someone who claimed to be one of his servants came here, by the same way you arrived, but he left again."
Hayewn smiles, Let me guess, Fleschet? To be honest, I've never met King Alakhmen, and the only one who ever has is Fleshet. He may be very secretive, or he may just be an inventive way for Fleshet to give himself some authority without taking blame for anything he does, I'm not quite sure yet. What did he do when he was here?
The God of Death "Na-Rizzer" is once more back in the Hall, she looks over at the new god but says nothing while the others talk to her.
She dos look at the map and says.
"There is nothing I need do for now, I see no need for my hand in world as it is"
Moranus places his finger on the map and pulls it along, behind it a river forms. When Moranus' finger reaches the end of the map, he places the rest of his hand on the map for just a moment. He then lifts his hand up and a bay is formed.
"Your fields will need water Hayewn."
Moranus points to valley on the island.
"That is what he created, and from it the first civilization of the world was created."
Hayewn nods to Moranus, Thank you for your help, but I'm afraid that my fields do not need water. They are 'Everlasting Farmlands', which will flourish regardless of flooding or drought. May your rivers provide transportation to these fields, and perhaps encourage farmers to live alongside them.
As to the civilization, alas Geiyara has made it nigh-impossible to survive. That is where my sister and I differ, for I see the benefits of civilization, and how it can encourage growth, while she sees the destruction and violence that comes with it.
Temeron extends his original desert.
He also makes a volcano rise from the sea, which creates a small companion island next to the original island.
Geiyara listened to Aurus' words carefully, and for many years contemplated his plea. At last she reopened her eyes, and said the following.
"Yes... Sparklings need food to survive.
But you misunderstand... giver of spark...
I grow not for the children...
What will Sparkling do...
With my blessing?
As I bless them... know.
They can lose it... if they don't respect."
With that, a leaf falls from Geiyara's hair into the map itself. Laying on the east side of the island, the leaf transforms into plants and trees, forming a thin but sustaining forest. Berries, herbs and small animals keep the forest going.
Reacting to the everlasting farmlands, Geiyara replies.
"The creatures...
They think themselves kings...
Kings of animals, kings of trees, kings of life...
They are not.
I fight them... To have balance."
Aurus doesn't respond beyond the twinkling of his eyes at Geiyara. They shift over to her first act upon the world. A forest at it's center, a creeping mist rises from that nameless forest root's. It's ancient legacy was assured and with his own act it would be forever shrouded by the mist. Empowering it's primal life by constantly feeding those growing things there after and serving as a warning to those that would seek to enter without respect or knowledge.
A voice is heard only by the mountain god. Whether it was a whisper by his ear or a echo in his mind could only be guessed. But the source was clear as intended, Aurus.
"Would you grant my children a boon. They know nothing of the earth save what Geiyara has granted them from it. Perhaps a mountain that would challenge them. So that they could learn that such summits reached are worthy in themselves from without and with in. Your consideration is all I ask."
Looking down still at the world shaping and forming below, Miolla looks up towards where the Moon would be in the sky, if it was riding the night sky.
The light rising up across the face has moved from a Crescent Shape to Half Full. Bringing a sense of depth and fullness to the figure standing there while all the others hustle and bustle about him, flitting in and out of there.
Such energy all around. It is almost time to make The Monument
The table expands to its largest yet, as two men appear beside each other. Hayewn sighs, Brothers, I suppose you had to make yourselves known at some point. I will take my leave. and with that, she pops into nothingness.
The two men look much alike, one is blonde and the other has black hair, but both are heavily muscled, wearing light armor and riding gear. They bow in unison, and introduce themselves as Tiram and Jakal, gods of tundra and plains respectively, and both the gods of warriors.
They lean forward, studying the map intently, before making their choices. Again in unison, they touch the map and draw large shapes that grow into their choice of climate. In the north, Tiram creates a mountainous tundra, with a large river trickling down through the mountains, trickling out into the ground outside the mountains into a lake, while at the southwest, Jakal creates a grassy plain with tiny rivers trickling through it, just enough to sustain the land.
Rather than stay and chat like their sister, they disappear again soon after their work is done.
Round 5!
To Tiram and Jakal: "Your sister doesn't like you very much, huh? What's the matter with that? Any family troubles I can help you with?"
Temeron extends the desert southwards again, by sprinkling salt and obsidian shards onto the map.
In the south the desert changes: the colored rocks and sands are replaced by black crystalline spires and dried up salt lakes.
Tiram shrugs, She's never liked us, we're a bit too wild for her. There's no real drama, but she's never been much of a fan of us, so we both stay away from her.
Moranus looks towards the small island. "I have yet to influence this place, it is about time I add my own personal touch to it." On the bottom left corner of the island a large mountain rises.
Moranus then turns his attention back to the continent. From the mountains with the lake he made earlier, more mountains come up making a long mountain range.
Aurus eyes spread over his sparklings and the gifts of the other gods. He would keep that in mind, he flicks one finger up and land rose from the sea connecting the volcano to the main island.
Suddenly those paying attention to the world notice the sparklings gathering with in the forest in numbers never seen before. Where once they were spread out among the entire coast of Fulgur, now they gather as one. Rapidly a city is formed, while many remain others spread once more across the island. Their first city made, founded, and done.
Na Rizzer once more enters into the world, she went down to the
Temeron desert of Colours and dreams. Once there she took her hand and in the sand marks out a great Patten. Then to her come her Ravens bring all manner of elements and items. She places them each within the grate pattern. Then she walked to its centre and growing in size spread out her being she to encompass all of creation, from it she pulls dark and light, life and death, lawful and chaotic and good and evil, then the aliments Fire, ice, earth, air. Each she places at points within the great pattern she had made. From them beings start to form, large beings, of claws and teeth, scaled wings, proud head and intelligent minds. Form the sands around she pulls colors, Red, blue, yellow, green, black, White, grey, orange all the colours and dreams that Temeron loves, from the earth she pulled gold, bronze, silver, Brass, copper, gems and crystals of all kinds all the things that Moreanus loves, she adds in growth, life and goodness and the things that Geiyara loves then death evil and unlife, bone and blood, all things true t her own heart. Then shadows, fun and tricks all the things that seem true to Aurus. Then Star light, void and night and all the things that Miolla loves. Each point became part of each thing pulled to it. The beings stand in concentric rings around her. They looked at to the centre where Na-Risser stood. She spoke to her them.
"I have made life, I the god of death, YOU ARE GREAT THE DRAGONS, 1st born Monsters, lords and masters of such. Each of you has its own unique taint of this world. As such each will be forever linked to it. Great is your power, magic, intelligence and will, for I give onto each of you part of myself. No living thing will rival your majesty and scope. Deep will be your cunning, wise will be your words, fine your council and resounding your commands as each of your natures dictates. I give you immortality of the flesh age will not be your death, for on death you may reincarnate, to leaner and grow anew. But on each cycle I will hear of your deeds so come to me you must. I also give you free will; You minds and body’s dictate to you your path in each life. I also place within you all the gift of magic and power; it shall be in your very form and being. To do all this I must place within you all part of myself.”
The dragons shudder as from Na Rizzer power pours out into the Patten; she bends over at the draining. The Dragons rarr as one, as her being and power flows into them. She holds a moment up with some effort. She stands once more and talks again.
”But now this know the price of this greatness. Not for you the ways of civilisation as lesser races seek, and you will always feel hunger. Hunger for what you will need to feed on to grow, Pressures things you will need for this this. Be it Knowledge, power, magic, gold, gems or other depending on each of your natures. Hunger will always be with you and drive you to do great things, be them Selfish or noble, Terrible or good. In why you will be guilds, rulers, master, slaves, creators and destroyers, Redeemers and corrupters as your natures and wills dictate. I the mother of monsters say this and greet you to life. Now go, each find its place in the world, each look as learn about the ways of the world, each make its planes to feed and grow.”
Some flow, some moved with magic, some dug into the sands, other came to her other ran from her. And so it was in the great dream sands that Dragons entered the world. Then Na Rizzer left the world and went to the underworld to sleep for her act of creation had drained her so.
The Moon's Face is at Half Full and it looks down and realizes there is not a nice large spot to reflect the light of the Moon back up into the heavens.
Let there be a wide swath of pure crystal, smooth, to reflect back my light unto myself, to remind all that introspection came be a calming trait
Stretching forth both hands, fingers spread wide, pure Moonbeams pierce down into the middle of the continent, smoothing it out, forming a perfect plain of glittering crystal, suitable to shine light back up into the night sky.
Spend 24 points, make 8 sections of crystal plain, dead center. idea is 1 on top, 2 sets of 3, then 1 on bottom, to make it as close to circular as possible on the map. Characters may wish to wear eye protection.
Moranus turns to Miolla. "With that it looks as though each of us have made some large change in this new world. I cannot wait to see what the world changes into in the future."
Suddenly, the map itself begins to speak to you, its voice stretching out through the years, As gods, it is your right to usher in a new age. It is your choice to prolong this eon, or advance your world to a new one. What shall you choose?
The table's voice subsides once more, As you will.
And to either side of the Great Eastern Bay there spread out bogs, swamps, bayou, all manner of wet terrain
Spend 6 points to make marsh/swamp/bog/bayou terrain 1 square to each side of the bay
Geiyara's index finger planted grass seed south of the flood plains in the west. Then she rose a small bluff south of the waterfall mountain.
Miolla... what will live hmmmm with those... crystals?
Moranus looks around the map in search of the location of his next mountain range. Moranus looks towards the bottom left of the map and sees the empty landscape. Moranus raises his hand and a long mountain range rises from the ground.
The nearly full brightness to the face, seeming to mirror a full moon, turns toward the goddess of the living
It is to reflect my light as I pass overhead. The better to illuminate the heavens as well above, reflecting back and forth. It can allow for introspection and insight into the journey I make every time darkness takes the land